Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.